"The living of our lives is like weaving a colourful garment with seams of love and ire, taking fragments of fabric from various beings about us. The variety is exotic and the bonds are concrete."
The Grand Market Square,
Stone Streets of the City of Shillingston,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Saturnday of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
Michavel walked down the cobblestoned streets of the City of Shillingston, seeming much like one among the jolly common folks. He touched his pocket to ensure that the presence of a certain object was there, safe in his possession.
It was small and crystalline, carved in the shape of a horse from mane to bust and grandly vital to his being's worth.
The fair-haired man strode through the Market Square, granting nods and smiles to the passing gentlemen and winks to the children.
Although he had been in Tristendyre for various long sojourns when he had assisted his friend, Nathan Jehu, on vigilante business, his person stood out in the crowd, like an almond among raisins, a poppy in the company of blood roses, for he seemed foreign to the average eye, by disposition (and not appearance).
There were men gathered around tables set outside the Baker's Shop, conversations excited by the published Reid news.
This prospect of the country's 'news' intrigued him for the reason of his message left at the remains of Jehu's pillory and how wildly the fire thereof had spread.
Michavel decided that settling at a neighbouring table for tea and eavesdropping would be a wonderful means of gaining on the current affairs of the Kingdom before making way to the Imperial Castle to pay Lady Minerva a visit and ensure Imogen's safety.
Now Michavel was of personal acquaintance with the Chief Physician merely on grounds that he had acquainted himself with her as a friend of Jehu, whom the woman had been greatly fond of, for he was a prophet that blessed the households of the needy.
The blond-haired man knew that she had first seen Jehu as a child that brought Imogen into her care.
And then, he had left to be raised by the Caretaker that lived in betwixt the Kingdom of Tristendyre and the Hyll-Decantan Promontory; that had been where Micah was living, and had come to become the dark-haired man's third family.
After years, Nathan had returned to the country as a full-grown man, known as Jehu, the prophet that blesses. None knew that he was the one that warned the people by letters as a vigilante with eyes in the shadows of the Regency.
From all that Michavel knew, Jehu had been on fairly dear terms with the Physician, since he had been visiting families to bless (by means of his oracular powers) during the Plague, when Lady Minerva had been present there to treat them.
Their cordial relationship had so blossomed over time, where Jehu did meet the Royal Physician oft during his life in the Kingdom, even subsequent to the epidemic.
However, covertly, those visits could offer the source of their intentions to: checking on Imogen, his sister and subtly investigating the Regents' deeds.
In this process, Michavel himself had grown close to the women whilst accompanying his friend. He knew that Lady Minerva had oft been careful of allowing his acquaintance with Imogen although she made no such ado for Jehu.
The partiality had been a jovial affair, but presently, Michavel was unsure of whether Jehu's reputation with the Royal Physician had sustained after the man's sentence to the Pillory and subsequently announced death by Dragon flame.
He hoped the Lady did not resent him or judge that he was indeed a criminal as a great part of the Kingdom would have been committed to assume.
As Micah approached the team of men making merry talk, to take a seat at the table nearby, he overheard a few such exchanges.
"The Reid news has never before held such an authoritative ring in information. I was impressed that they had boldly chosen to address the lack of Dragon visitation as had been expected last morning."
"It is trying. The man on the Pillory was to be executed a fortnight ago, when the Dragon's were foreseen to attend. And then, they postponed the execution to yesterday's morn, professing that dragons would come to claim him. But that seemed irrational, given the rains forecasted. The Government is playing odd games."
"There was no news regarding the closing of St. Erdengaur for the fortnight, but when it has opened, there is no alteration"
"But per-haps, there is something to await for in the Eve's publication?"
"Of course, this morning's article had made specific mention of important nuances to be broad-casted in the papers regarding the Fire at Lyrishveil"
"With the change in the tone of the Reid News, we may anticipate more disclosures of shocking and honest truth."
"They had mentioned the Crown Physician's interpretation at the Execution proceedings, despite the detriment it meant to the Regency as brutal words of Judgement"
"I had expected the Execution to be casted most demurely as siding with the Regents, but it was drafted as one that would be the perspective of the people. After all, with due regard to the circumstance that the damsel did escort the Criminal on death row out the Pillory, her disposition however seemed innocent. The proceedings were unjust."
"She mustn't, in my opinion, have overstepped the Law"
"Ah, but they showed no fervent evidence of her committing the crime. It was based on surmise that she may have, for she was the criminal's sole bread-bringer and then, he had escaped before death."
"And she was a naive child from the Castle's premise. It is uneven to assume she would dare to trespass so greatly against the government."
"Chief Lady Minerva mayn't have allowed such outright violation of the Law by her own apprentice. Per-haps, there is something amiss?"
"I'd rather believe otherwise, for her Ladyship has appointed another apprentice immediately. Does this, may-be, imply that she suffered to commit her erstwhile damsel to discipline?"
Michavel sat at his table, frozen with terror. From the accent of their conversation, it seemed sinisterly as if there was a death invoked from the escape of Jehu that he had administered, with Israel's information.
And what truly tensed his spirit was the chance of such maiden being Imogen herself.
He made haste to rise from his perch and make way to the Office of News Bulletin. He was accustomed to the formalities, since perusing the news was one of the prime activities of the Vigilante.
Although it appeared as if the News-bringers had seen a conviction presently, it was oft his practice, with Jehu, to observe the common papers of news, for those articles were cast in the direct supervision of the Regent himself.
Michavel strode into the bureau of the chargers of publication in order to make payment of fees that would allow his access to the News Bulletin.
"Good morning, Sir", came the merry voice of the old lady seated behind a counter to advance his transaction.
"A merry morning to you as well, m'lady. Would it be allowable if I made my payments in Hyll-Decantan money?"
"Of course; I will barter them with the official exchangers. Do make your fees here, kindly", said she.
"Thank you, I truly do appreciate your efforts", said he, producing his coins into her desk and gaining entry to the News' Bulletin. The Lady in charge took the payment and enveloped them. She handed it to a young lad to deliver it to the Exchanges Office and bring back the equivalent sum in Tristendyre's official monetary specie.
Little did Michavel know that his own money was paving his way to grave consequences with the Regent.